Journey to Bliss (Saskatchewan Saga Book #3) by Ruth Glover

Author:Ruth Glover [Glover, Ruth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781441239341
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2001-09-01T00:00:00+00:00

Caught up in the little scenario acting itself out before him, Frank Schmidt murmured the Scottish “a’ reet,” only to change it hastily to “It’s all right with me.”

“All right” it may have been, but his expression indicated it was superlatively all right. Frank Schmidt was relieved, and massively so. Strange, come to think of it: Here was the lovely face and curvaceous form of Anne Fraser about to be withdrawn from his intimate world, and his expression, as he contemplated the stick-thin form and elfin face of Pearly Chapel who would substitute herself for Anne, was one of supreme satisfaction. The one—Anne—seemed a woman in all ways, the other—Pearly—a child by comparison.

But Pearly was no child in ways that matter. Her small face glowed; she actually bustled as she went immediately to the task of folding up her clothes and repacking her shabby bag with her meager belongings.

Anne watched silently, embarrassed and relieved at the same time. Tierney, more concerned with the legal and moral aspects of the transaction, looked doubtful. But what was there she could do? Both Anne and Pearly, who were the signers of the contracts, seemed content with the decision. Frank Schmidt, most concerned of all, was nodding, his round face reflecting his approval. “Are ye sure, Pearly—” Tierney began.

“Not a doot . . . doubt,” Pearly said blithely, already casting aside the Scots she had picked up without effort. “In fact—”

Pearly hesitated, slanted a glance at Frank Schmidt, then continued boldy. “In fact, I were prayin’ about it when they showed up, I were so sure it were my place to go and Anne’s to stay.”

Frank Schmidt blinked, then nodded placidly. “In all thy ways acknowledge Him,” he quoted sagely, “and He shall direct thy paths.”

You’d have thought the sun had come up. Pearly’s face blazed with light and joy. She turned the full glow of her eyes on Frankie Schmidt, and words were not necessary.

Tierney felt a lump come up in her throat and, for a moment, battled with tears that threatened to spring forth. How steadfast and true Pearly was to what she believed! If one were to “get religion,” Tierney acknowledged silently, one should get it like Pearly, having it consume one’s life in every phase. Such personal devotion to the Christian walk made the kirk and its liturgies and formalities seem as a springboard to something vital and personal. Life in Christ, Pearly called it.

As if the lump in the throat were not enough, Tierney found her eyes misting. She was going to miss Pearly! Hardly having had time to get acquainted, still she was going to miss her most dreadfully. Suddenly she was filled with a small sense of panic. Why hadn’t she been more responsive while it was possible? Why hadn’t she taken Pearly’s “testimony” more seriously? Who was going to pray now, when things were not going well? Tierney had grown to rely on Pearly’s prayers and the consolation it brought to know a troubling situation had been placed in God’s hands.

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